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Or have been carried away on the wings of imagery, and eloquence of Attorneys from whose
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
The Old Court is gone.
It has been praised and cursed by turns, but never praised in such eloquent terms as it was by a few zealous friends who clung to its falling timbers. Its dingy walls have diappeared. The materials which entered into its formation are scattered. Some to be found in the Academy of Music, some on and by the roadside, and some borne away by passing winds— winds lighting here on a blooming flower and there on a lady's cheek, and at last will silently pass into their original elements. The Old Court House did not fall without a struggle. It resisted to the very last the combined attack of carpenters and brick-layers armed with implements
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